A scarred cherub
My scared angel
I kissed you on the head
And slept with a sweet prince
That you don’t think exists.
Avoid shiny surfaces
You see only her lies
Corpulence was never cute.
You say you won’t let her hurt me
She won’t speak ill while you’re around
But you let her bring you down
Make you ball your fists
And smash the ground
And it’s hurting me
- it’s hurting us.
Oh, sweet prince
You’ve said yourself
You’re no frog
I know a kiss won’t transform you.
Your armor is a formality
But the steel makes it cold in bed.
I’ll nurse your wounds
Kiss your head
Hold you in sleep
And pray.
Pray your pain will end
Sleep sweet prince
You’ll awake with me.
2006-10-26
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